Hi there! Thanks for stopping by today and um…while you’re here, just pretend that you don’t see that I’m wearing these shiny new tap shoes ok? I mean, I AM a grown woman after all and shuffling from room to room might be construed as a tad odd for a lady of my maturity.

It’s just that I always wanted to take tap lessons, and for some reason was always too busy with other things. Or something. Then the opportunity presented itself. A class for my age group, with no pre existing talent or skill needed, Dancing for Dummies if you will, and the good news is there’s no recitals to scare off my friends and family.

Never mind that I’m almost 41, I mean 30, and I’m taking a tap class amidst a school of cute little 8 year old girls all dressed in pink tutu’s and ballet slippers! They’re much smaller than me and I can push them out of the way with no problem.

It’s only once a week, and I have loads of fun. Let me just say it’s a lot more complicated than I ever gave it credit. And yeah, I’ve shimmied when I shoulda shuffled, ( I’m fond of shimmy-ing), but it’s not easy to get your feet to do all of that tapping and what not, all the while keeping your tongue in check!

How will I ever use my newly acquired skill outside of the classroom or to further my career? Who cares.


Yes sirree, I’m a tap dancing fool.

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(because I'm way to out of it this after noon to reinvent the wheel), I'm sharing something that means alot and has already been spoken by George Carlin.
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"The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider Freeways , but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgment, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often.

We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We conquered outer space but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more c copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or to just hit delete...
Remember; spend some time with your loved ones, because they are not going to be around forever.

Remember, say a kind word to someone who looks up to you in awe, because that little person soon will grow up and leave your side.

Remember, to give a warm hug to the one next to you, because that is the only treasure you can give with your heart and it doesn't cost a cent.

Remember, to say, "I love you" to your partner and your loved ones, but most of all mean it. A kiss and an embrace will mend hurt when it comes from deep inside of you.

Remember to hold hands and cherish the moment for someday that person will not be there again

Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
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Good Weekend!

Avast Me Maties

Shiver me timbers! September 19, is "Talk like a pirate day".


Check ou' this site fer some swaby fun, links, pirate booty, a glossary o' pirate phrases, get your scurvy pirate name, generate your pirate ship, an' o' course....an English t' Sea dog translator

Arrr, I can't make this up...go see fer yerself ya slimy web wenches.

signed,
Castaway Esmerelda the Bitch Leg
Captain of the Night's Secret

And what say ye, ya scurvy dog?

AARG! I needs me a talking parrot

I’m pretty sure I felt a hint of cool in the air today. I could be wrong mind you, It’s been known to happen from time to time, but by the looks of my hair do… I hardly doubt it. The frizz-odometer never fails to signal when a significant drop in humidity has occurred.

That means it’s almost fall, and the annual preparations for Halloween can soon commence. I love dressing up and Halloween comes in handy for blending in when I do that sort of thing. Besides, it’s far easier to explain myself to the neighbors when we’re ALL sporting costumes at a party for instance, than say... me walking the dog.
OH SURE, like you've never done that!
anyways...

Remember her?


border="0" >Well this year, the voice of a drunken pirate whispered in my ear and now I’ve gotten a nasty case of the Hook. It’s like a virus, only I’m not allowed to miss work. I might have caught the bug from Johnny Depp and those cool bead things that hang from his hair,


but regardless… I’ll be preparing my pirate costume over the following weeks. While not my most original idea, it's most certainly a mood i'm going for.

Now if I can just get this parot to stand still on my shoulder.

Such is Tuesday

A.M.

-4:30 wake up from a coughing hacking allergy ridden asthma attack
-4:31 reach in the top drawer to find inhaler
-4:32 fumble around until I find something that feels like an inhaler
-4:33 realize I’m trying to inhale my “equate” nasal spray ‘cause yeah, I’m sexy
like that.
-4:44 find other small inhaler shaped dispenser and try again.
-4:45-5:55 enjoy my inhaler induced jitters. (sleep? What sleep?)
-5:56 start to get sleepy and almost drift off
-6:00 ALARM CLOCK RINGS! HELLO! TIME TO GET UP!!!


-6:01 7:00 shower and ready for work
-7:01 wake son up, take dog outside, breakfast, nagging, rushing, yell drill
sergeant like commands
-7:50 leave for school
-8:00-3:00 meet with City of Savannah and a few architectural firms
-3:10 pick Son up from school
-4:00 take son to theater rehearsal
-4:00- 6:00 spy on son’s progress while volunteering at theater doing various
chores. Cleaning seating, costumes, stage props
-6:00 -7:30 drive home/ help with homework/cook dinner
-7:30 neighborhood women’s meeting for yearly planning of community events:
Oktoberfest/Christmas Party/Easter Egg Hunt…yada yada.
-8:30 dinner. yeah I know it’s late, but whatever. It's sustanance.

The rest of my evening isn’t planned but may or may not be x-rated depending on my mood.
That's my story and I'm sticking to it!

Septemer 11th Remembered

It’s exceptionally difficult to concentrate today.

Monday is my office day and is typically reserved for filling out paperwork, sending forms and reports that tell my company what I have accomplished the previous week. A news program is almost always playing in the background as I hammer away on the keys of my Toshiba laptop.

Today is different. The news is on, but current events are replaced with recollections, and intermittent moments of silence.

Five years ago, my morning started very different.

I dropped my son off at school, popped in a Kenny Chesney CD and headed towards the architectural firm where I was scheduled to make a big presentation. I hadn’t listened to the news that morning and with a CD in my stereo I wasn’t aware of the current state of chaos slowly enveloping the Country as I drove to work.

When I entered the front door of the firm, I noticed everyone in the office was gathered around a small TV in the conference room and an eerie mood shrouded the air. Sensing something was terribly wrong I allowed my eyes to focus on the program on the screen. It was CNN, and the vision of the Trade Towers billowing with smoke stared me in the face. I dropped my briefcase, and walked closer to the crowd huddled around the television. As comprehension seeped into consciousness, disbelief and fear overwhelmed my senses. I immediately tried calling my old roommates in New York City…. all who were still American Airline Flight Attendants, but the circuits were blocked. It took months before I knew that they were all ok. I spent the following hour in that conference room, watching and learning more about what was actually going on before I left their office and headed home.

The drive home seemed endless. More details emerged from my radio of the second tower collapsing as memories of living in New York City replayed in my mind like a movie. The towers were a permanent fixture in the skyline and the view looking down from the top floors is a sight one never forgets.

Every one of us remembers exactly where we were when our Country was attacked on September 11th. The date and specifics will be etched in our souls for the rest of our lives.

My deepest heart felt thoughts and prayers go out to everyone who lost family, friends and colleagues on that horrible day.

I will never forget.

Ebony and Ivory

Don’t necessarily live together in perfect harmony at my house. Especially if Ebony is a black cat and Ivory is a dog.

Picture Garfield in black, and you’ve got my cat Rocky. He's lazy, eats constantly and sleeps any remaining daylight hours.

Add the proverbial happy puppy. One lick and bark, run and play, drive you insane until you stop what you’re doing to play Frisbee with me this instance or else I’ll bark your ears off new comer… and that's our dog.

Rocky is not pleased.

In fact, I think I heard him grumble something about the massive migration of unwanted foreign nationals into our lives, and how President Bush should do something about the situation….
or I could be just imagining it.

They’re both lovable yet slightly jealous creatures and refuse to be outdone by the other. If I’m on my computer…they are on my computer. One on each side, vying for my affection.

If there’s a nap to be had,
count them in. One on each side, little paws thrown over me in a comfortable snuggle.

Rockie hisses a lot and swats at the dog if he gets to close. The dog just wags his tail hoping this might be some sort of a concession.

Such a crazy pair, but I love them!